by John F. Karr

Here we go with Part 2 of Praise for Paddy. To recap,
launching last week into a review of Paddy O'Brian's first American movies, I
declared that I loved him. My intent was to do some splainin' this week, but
before that could happen, an online reader stated his disaffection (you can
comment any week, too, at www.ebar.com; please
do!). Here it is: "You might be in love with Paddy O'Brien, Mr. Karr, but
he leaves me ice cold." This makes me wonder if the commentator has
actually seen Paddy's Falcon flicks. I thought Paddy's heterosexuality might
cool his performance, but the dude gives off heat like a one-man scorched-earth
policy. And here's what I was going to splain. Of course I'm not in love with
Paddy. It's so much simpler than that. I'm in lust.

Tell you why. When people talk about the classic Falcon
style, they're talking about a movie like Summer Lust
. Tony Dimarco has directed with his usual
specificity of focus, enabling his performers with a high energy that is not
merely bumper cars. And in honor of Paddy's American debut, Dimarco gives us an
O'Brian double-header. First Paddy with ubiquitous but ubermuscle-babe Marc
Dylan, and then with a kid of ultra-pizzazz, Jimmy Franz.

Summer Lust opens
with a shocker: the sight of D.O. with his stunning black hair completely
cropped. But as Francis Faye always said, "When you're young and
beautiful, it doesn't matter how you wear your hair." At any rate, you
forget incidentals when D.O. slams the ever-receptive Dean Monroe off into
ecstasy.

Then we have Marc and Paddy in a swimming-pool frolic that
shows off the real Paddy, a sparkling bundle of fun. He's godlike when Marc
worships his supreme tool, and he fucks with the thrust of a rocket leaving
Cape Canaveral. And Marc setting his magnificent bubble butt down on the
magnificent cock so there's nothing of it left outside of the tightly clenching
ass-lips – well, I do declare.

It's rude for anyone to have to follow this act, but an
especially fresh-looking Landon Conrad does well with Bryce Star. And then un
finale formidable, when Paddy meets Jimmy
Franz, a cutie who's got happy written all over him. Jimmy goes all goggle-eyed
when Paddy saunters in, sparkling with sex appeal. Paddy greets Jimmy with a "let's
meld together" lip-lock, obliterating himself in kissing the way a
strictly G4P guy probably wouldn't. He gets an underwater bj that's a nasty
novelty. On land, Jimmy gets the massive tool nuts deep in his throat, and soon
it's nuts deep in his ass. Here's the thing about Paddy: he looks so white-collar
and fucks so blue-collar. Jimmy's eternal smile is finally driven from his face
as he works hard to accommodate the steel rod that stretches his tight hole
wider than he thought possible. Paddy pummels him with speed strokes that make
him wail like a siren.

The two-part Deep Inside, set beside sun-dappled vineyards, is well-directed by Steve Cruz, and
won't disappoint, with stars the quality of Tyler Torro, and Trenton Ducati
flipping with real-life lover Tate Ryder. Angelo Marconi is so manic for Paddy
that the stud calls him "greedy." He takes a fuck with the same fury
Paddy's throwing off. Later, Paddy's got still-boyish but tough Kyle King on
the end of his tool. Paddy doesn't ride him easy, knowing only high gear and
brutal. Though King winces and gasps, he never pulls away, and is rewarded with
a warm facial.

Ultimately, Paddy gives such a high voltage performance that
I don't care if the dude's no homo. He acts gay as well as Rock Hudson acted
str8. Sure, he won't take it up the ass. But he's a thriller, positively
lascivious for the lads. He kisses with passion, and fucks without mercy. The
way he sweats buckets is exciting. With his all-over shiny beauty, and a dick
that leaves me slack-jawed in wonder, he's a dude of great delight.

But does he have legs, I asked. Like all lusts, my Padomania
may cool. Is it possible the excitement level might peak? Paddy's first scene
with Marc bowled me over. The second worked almost as fine. At the third I
realized Paddy's performances were unvaried. He has a routine. How long, I
wonder, before it seems routine to us? I've got a short-list of guys I hope to
see him drill before the thrill is gone. blog.falconstudios.com
will lead you to lots of pics.